Monthly Archives: October 2017

It really wasn’t a silver hat band with a silver star that was the give-away that this was our man. It was the rifle that was stuck in a carrying case that was positioned behind his saddle. You could … Continue reading →

Daphne’s eyes bulged and her mouth gaped open. “Wha, what are ya doing?” she stammered. “I’m sending y’all on yar way as bait, and I’m staying behind to help get rid of this killer,” I pronounced. Her eyes widened … Continue reading →

The position of the sniper changed my plan. If we could lure him across the Potomac Bridge, we could confront him now rather than wait for him to shoot us from ambush. I draped the binocular strap over the pommel … Continue reading →

I decided to ride behind the buildings on top of the ridge and directed Stonewall in that direction. We trotted at a brisk pace for about seventy-five yards when I said, “Whoa.” Stonewall stopped on a dime. Looking out … Continue reading →